1994. 9. 5

Emma stepped out of the fire place, entering what looked like a furnished dungeon. Before she could explore the room, her tutor appeared behind her through the flames, brushing some soot off his robe. The year has just started, so you have a dorm which you will stay in." Excitement bubbled in her stomach. Her own dorm? "What house?" Would she be in Gryffindor like her father? Or Ravenclaw like her mother? "You will be in a Gryffindor dormitory like Potter." Gryffindor! Just like her father and uncle.

"You will be going by the name of Aletta Capers, though I suggest you do not talk to anyone aside from Potter."

"What if Dumbledore sees me?"

"It's your job to make sure that doesn't happen. McGonnagol is head of Gryffindor house, so stay out of detention, if you don't want to get caught"

"Won't she recognize me in class?"

"You won't be attending classes. That's too risky. If you were eleven, it would be another matter. However, you are a seventh year here, so all of your classmates would know who you were had you been attending."

"Won't the girls in my dorm notice?"

"If they do, sprinkle that over their pillows." Snape pointed to a vial on his desk. Emma picked up the vial, examined it, then put it in her pocket. "I will have your things taken to your dormitory. Go wander the halls and see if you can find Potter and his lot."

Ready to explore the castle, Emma nodded, smiling, and practically ran from Snape's office. She had to climb up several flights of stairs before she was out of the dungeons. After that, Emma took a right down a corridor, looking left and right, not necessarily for Harry, but trying to imagine her father and mother in these very halls. They had met and fallen in love at Hogwarts. Being here made her feel closer to her mother than ever before.

A few hours later

Three hours had passed and Emma had not found Harry Potter. Where could he be? Emma had explored the Courtyard, the Great Hall, the Entrance Hall, and the entire first floor. Perhaps he was in the library? Where was the library anyway. "Excuse me." Emma walked up to a portrait of a wizard named Felix Summerbee. The inscription below his portrait read, "Felix Summerbee. 1447-1508. Inventor of Cheering Charms. "Oo! Hello! What can I do for you?" The man in the portrait clapped enthusiastically. Apparently, not many students took the time to talk to him. "Could you tell me where the library is, sir?"

"Yes, yes, of course! Just take a left down there, then ask Ignatia where to go next." The man clapped once more, grinning brightly. Emma nodded her head in thanks, walking slowly down the hall, searching for the picture of Ignatia. When she came to the end of the hall, Emma took a left like Felix had said. However, upon walking around the corner, she ran into another student.

Emma stumbled backwards, feeling flustered.

"What were you're going!" The blonde boy shouted, furiously.

Looking up, Emma apologized, "Sorry."

"Wait a minute... Are you her?"

Her, who? What did he mean? Did he know her? Emma did not recall ever seeing the boy before. His blonde hair was somewhat familiar, but no names were ringing a bell. "You're Emma, aren't you? Snape sent me to find you." Her heart stopped for a moment. How did he know her name? Did Snape really send him? "I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy."

Draco Malfoy. The son of Lucius Malfoy. The man who had been at her meeting with Voldemort. The man who had tortured her.